Mouse in the house

I went out to walk the dogs around 10:30 last night. As I was out, Nicole called me with a sense of urgency in her voice.

"We have a mouse in our apartment! There are all kinds of droppings in our laundry room."

Now, I'm not a sailor, but there are times where I have cursed like one. This qualified as one of those times for me, and I've come up with three reasons to justify it. So here is my list. You are allowed to curse when a mouse is in your house because:

1) A tiny animal automatically instills unjustifiable fear into your soul and you are on edge long after said rodent is gone.

2) This shrimp of a beast carries disease that it prefers to spread every step that it takes. I can't believe how much poop this thing left in my laundry room. if you ever read the book "everyone poops", a mouse poops here and there.

3) we have a roommate who is eating our food, but not paying rent.

There is so much to be said about rodents moving into your historic building, but I suppose it's to be expected. Our next expectation is to murder this thing.

Have I mentioned that we live literally a quarter mile away from the PETA headquarters? Maybe if we trap the mouse, we can drop it off there. They are, after all, known for having the highest animal euthanasia rate in Virginia.